I hold my peace because--because I hold my peace.

To speak would be to hurt some one I love with all my soul." "And you won't speak to save me--your father--because you don't love me with all your soul! Is that it ?" asked Miles Calhoun.
"It's different--it's different." "Ah, it's a woman!" "Never mind what it is.

I will not tell.

There are things more shameful than death." "Yes," snarled the other.

"Rather than save yourself, you bring dishonour upon him who gave you birth." Dyck's face was submerged in colour.
"Father," said he, "on my honour I wouldn't hurt you if I could help it, but I'll not tell the world of the quarrel between that man and myself.
My silence may hurt you, but some one else would be hurt far more if I told." "By God, I think you're some mad dreamer slipped out of the ancient fold! Do you know where you are?
You're in jail.